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Of kyen blue a mantling robe he wore, A purple girdle looely tyd his wait Enwove with many a flowre from many a hore, And half conceald and half reveald his vet, His vet of ilk, the Faerie Queenes bequet What time he wooed him ere his head was grey; A lawrell bough he held, and now addret To peech, he points it to the mazy way That wide and farre around in wildet propect lay.

Younkling, quoth he, lo, where at thy deire The wildernes of life extenive lies; The path of blutering fame and warlike Ire, Of cowling Powre and lean-boned Covetie, Of thoughtlee Mirth and Folly's giddy joys; And whither all thoe paths illuive end, All thee at my command didactick rie, And hift obedient as mine arm I bend. He aid, and to the field did trait his arm extend.